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[Mar. 25th, 2008|09:47 am] |
I had a five-day weekend, but I think, in true The Jerk fashion, it felt more like a fourteen-day weekend. The first day was like three days, and... you get it. Mikey Walsh, who features in about 80% of my college/Boston stories, came to visit, and damn if we didn't grab the weekend by the nuts and strangle all kinds of fun out of it.
I had a mini-photo shoot in my apartment with another Bostonian, my friend Casey, who said she needed more white males in her portfolio. We took a bunch of shots, some of which I will probably use as my head shot if the time ever comes. Will post those soon.
Mikey was coming in late Thursday, when I was at the Sahara Hotnights show with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) embereye. Superweird mix in the crowd: young teens, the ubiquitous NYC hipsters, Swedes, old rocker dudes, and other assorted weirdos gathered at the Knitting Factory for the 11:30 pm show. Or I should say the midnight show, because they didn't take the stage until after 12. I blame their slow as molasses roadie. They didn't play as much old stuff as I would've liked, but I will say hearing the new stuff live made me rethink the new album. It was a good show, if a little short. This was compensated for by two things. 1) The hotness of Maria Andersson and her inexplicably rock 'n roll ponytail; and 2) free t-shirts. I was planning on buying one, but if you are going to hand me a free American Apparel t-shirt that advertises my favorite album of yours, I consider my $15 ticket covered.
A quick drink in the Slope with Mikey and Mel before bed, and then we met up in the morning at Dizzy's for breakfast. The Museum of Natural History was our prime destination, where we looked at old bones and smelled weird smells for hours. Also, we ran into our stand-up hero, Jim Gaffigan. Awesome. What can you say about the AMNH other than it's awesome? I won't bother to try.
We took a stroll through the beautiful day in Central Park to see Bethesda Fountain, and then sort of milled about until I had to take off for The Spin. Although, I shouldn't have bothered to rush, because as I ran down the street, holding the newly pressed dvd with animations I had just spent an hour on, I got three texts telling me our show was canceled due to a gas leak at UCB. Bummer. The Spin has now been rescheduled to a Monday, 11 pm slot. D'oh.
The upside here was that me and a couple of the Robots went to our improv coach's birthday/goodbye party in midtown before heading to Brooklyn for the joint birthday party for two of our members. It was fun, and long, and I didn't get home til 4:30. Huzzah Friday.
Saturday, I took Mikey to the Shake Shack for his first time, and my first time since last September. I probably shouldn't have jumped right in with a Shack Stack, as I think my heart stopped briefly, but it was as delicious as I remembered. Mikey was dazzled, and ate two double Shack burgers. Burger heaven. Success! We also saw one of the most attractive women I've ever seen in my life waiting in line, and we unabashedly stared at her for like three minutes.
Then it was off on our Flight of the Conchords-inspired tour of the city. We took the 7 out to Queens to experience the magic of the Unisphere in Flushing-Meadows park, which was fantastic. I highly recommend the Unisphere. Something about it is just joyous to be around. Or I hadn't slept much. Either way, full marks. Chinatown continued our FotC journey, wandering around Chinatown and taking pictures of random buildings. We ended up at East River Park Amphitheater, which is also awesome, but not quite as grandiose as the Unisphere. A fine walking day all around.
We enjoyed a drink and a quick Mexican dinner before I disappeared to prepare for a Robot show. The show went very well, with three fun sets right in a row, followed by the traditional drinks at Grassroots. I left when I started falling asleep in my chair, but I considered the day fully seized.
Sunday had us working on sketch material for future production by the Robots, followed by a delicious dinner/Rock Band session with petit_chou and her man. My drum skills are coming along, and I was also able to diagnose Mike's RB guitar with the infamous "unable to downstrum" problem so common these days. I'm glad we discovered it before he lost heart in his jamming ability. He also graciously loaned me the Orange Box, which I've been largely curious about due to Portal's wide praise.
Monday was spent being very sick, and playing a ton of Portal, which is awesome. I managed to make it to derby practice, which I think helped me kick a bit of the cold, although I was definitely sucking wind for parts of it. All in all, great weekend, but I am tired fo' sho.
Universe, when can I stop running? Never? Ok, I gotcha.
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